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BOOTLEG - Sophisticated Thugs lyrics

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(feat. I.D., Ras Kass)

[Bootleg: talking]

Yeah...Yeah...

Flint-Town, Dayton Family, I.D., Killafornia,

Ras Kass, yeah... yeah... For all the Sophisticated Thugs

yeah, for all the Sophisticated Thugs...

We gonna dedicate this to y'all

In the memory of my homeboy Pac, like this (rest in peace)

[Ras Kass]

A young nigga gotta keep the rims chrome

That's why my arteries pump brimstones

disappear after breaking your chin bone

ready to flip ten songs

I might make sense known

Feet I tear it from ya like bedrock to a flintstone

Flint-Town, Michigan, who roll up in this bitch again

Rollin like Bentleys on Michelins

You said life ain't shit but bitches and money

Chronic and henne, taxes and tombstones

And slayin yahoes with killaz on the payroll

But anyway though, if we did sell drugs

We sophisticated thugs

Keep prepaid cells

So the feds can't bug

Ras Kass, I.D., Dayton Family

Scared niggaz don't cry

Cause we all gonna die

Spice boy niggaz get wesson

Cause they all gonna fry

Open up some projects in Hell they need more room

Cause most of y'all bitch niggaz is coming there soon (what)

[Chorus: Bootleg]

I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz

Long as you got love for thugs (Sophisticated Thug Niggaz)

I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz

Long as you got love for thugs (Sophisticated Thug Niggaz)

I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz

Long as you got love for thugs (We Sophisticated Thug Niggaz)

I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz

Long as you got love for thugs

[Bootleg]

All Eyez On Me

Holla Thug life on BET

Gave the whole world the finger on MTV

Tupac Shakur, he was born to be a renegade

A product of the streets

Now look at what our streets done made

And took away all in the course of a day

Frivolous beef got me lookin the other way

You used to say that you was never afraid to die

So put a blunt in your casket let you get your dead homiez high

A true thug that was born to ride

Say what you say, when he passed away

The game died

It was you against the world

I know that shit was crazy

Believe me though, I know the whole world wasn't against you baby

You told sistas to keep they head up and never switch

And if you switched, I bet you wonder why they called you bitch

Died too soon from unnecessary bullet wounds

Now college professors due lectures in their classrooms on your lyricism

Damn Pac, I wish you were here so you could hear em'

Incredible, Unforgettable, Biggie you was true

You're nobody until somebody kills you

Sophisticated Thugs!

[chorus]

[I.D.]

In the city, where hands get blown

Every city I mash through, there's at least 60 niggaz that'll blast you

Mash you out, Cash, Stash and heat seekin' lies

On the day, only on the earth 16 years and already crazy

Maybe I'll get blasted tryin to master perfection

Packin weapons, niggaz trippin, when you in the wrong section

Flexin muscles we're tusslin, doin it all for nothin

Cause the fight is all over when the pistols get to bustin'

But that's enough, I don't think noone is listenin'

They tryin to make us think it's cool, the war world that we livin in

But so, every memory, and all the game that they kicked it in

We really givin in, livin life for the sin and death

I bet somebody dies raw for the end of this song

That's the reason why I pray so I can make it back home

To be on top so long can't afford not to succeed

But everybody's killin over clothes, bitches, and weed

It's plain to see, it's about the money

But when they snatch the money we robbin for food like ain't nothin' funny

In 1999, all major leaders have a leader

In the ATF, fiendin black people they defeated

I said in 1999, all major leaders have a leader

In the ATF, fiendin black people they defeated

[chorus]

[Bootleg: talking] [woman singing in background]

Tupac Shakur, one of the realest thugs ever to pick up a microphone

I gives a fuck what anybody else say

Fuck what you heard, Fuck where you from

East or West coast, I don't give a fuck

I know who was representin' and who moved me when he picked up a mic and

spit that shit

Tupac mother fuckin' Shakur

Died a soldier, lived a soldier

From the cradle to the grave, he was thuggin'

And I know you bitch ass niggaz feel what I'm sayin

Thug

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